The screen flickered. For a moment, he saw a wide-angle shot of a living room. A green velvet couch. A grandfather clock with no hands. A window that looked out onto a sky that was the color of television static. In the center of the room sat a boy, maybe seven years old. He was not moving. He was not blinking. He was staring directly into the camera, his mouth slightly open as if caught mid-sentence that never began.
Elias tried to type back. The keyboard input lagged by exactly ten seconds. He typed: Who are you? cambrotv.com
And the boy will smile.